Bert, a girlfriend from
grade school growled repeatedly about her midnight black hair. It was so thick
that her hairbrush could literally get stuck in it. I'd watch in awe as she sometimes
struggled to get the brush pulled through it. She hated that her hair could
only be worn short.
Conversely,
I lived with baby fine locks, and not many of them at that. All through our
school years together, Bert envied me for having long, manageable hair that
could be transformed into anything I wanted.
Fast
forward to "looking at 60" where women lose hair with age, just like
men. When one didn't have much to start with, losing half isn't a happy
prospect. As I struggle to make my little patch of hair look like something, I remember
long-lost Bert and have to wonder if her
hair's density has diminished, also. If it is, then finally, she is finding
great delight in being able to style it anyway she'd like, and I am counting
the hairs in my brush, hoping no more come out.
Conclusion:
1) Maybe it appears that someone has it better than you, but
give it time, it all evens out in the end.
